Ciara hammered a bludger towards Demelza who pulled her broom up and groaned as the ball made contact with her ankle.

"Ugh- why can I never pull that one off?" She moaned, hurling the quaffle through a makeshift hoop the two had fashioned.

"You want to try again?" Ciara asked, catching it, "You're so close- if you just remember to pull your legs up you'll be clear."

The girl frowned and nodded, "Go again." She said, flying back over to the other end of the pitch. As she raced towards the posts, Ciara aimed a bludger at her. She pulled her broom towards the sky, hitched up her legs, then dived back on course towards the hoops.

"That was awesome!" Ciara yelled as she scored, "I have literally never met a chaser who dodges bludgers as well as you do."

Demelza grinned, "It's only thanks to you pommelling me these past two years. Ending?"

Ciara laughed and nodded, preparing for the last drill of their practice. Mel threw the quaffle towards Ciara, who hit it with a bludger, hoping it would knock the quaffle through a hoop. The bludger hit the ball and the quaffle sailed between two of their posts. Ten shots later, the closest she had come was hitting the edge of a ring.

"You're getting better." Mel said as they flew back to the castle.

Ciara made a face, "I wish I'd never come up with that move. It's almost impossible, but I can't stop until I make it 10 times out of 10. Which at this rate is never going to happen!"